Gerard P.O.V

I woke up with the warm, comforting feeling of someone in my arms. Of Frank in my arms, I smiled drowsily at the memory of last nights activities. He really knows how to piss me off. Shifting slightly, as so to not awaken him, I climbed out of bed, stifling a yawn and letting my eyes rake over the definition of perfection.

His hair, slightly longer and darker by the regrowth of his roots, curled over his face in a messy array of strands. His mouth hung open, silent snores escaping it and his lip piercing glinting in the light peeking through the curtains. Colorful tattoos littered his arms and chest, and I wondered absently what kind of parents Frank had that would let him do this, at his age. I cringed slightly. His age.

Frank was only seventeen. By doing a lot of these things, I was risking a lot, and so was he. But in a few months he would be legal, at an age where I would actually be able to reveal my true feelings for him. The love I feel for him.

I know he's under the impression that I always do this kind of thing with my students, but that's hardly the case. He's actually the first person I started an illegal thing with, and by no doubt will he be the last. Frank Iero is my one and only student that ill be getting dominant with.

The real problems here would be his parents. I hadn't actually met them yet, but if they were to suspect anything, I would be thrown in the slammer before you could blink twice. And you know what they do to guys like me in prison. I shuddered at the thought, bringing myself back to reality.

"Creep." I startled at the sound of Franks voice, and focused on him, blinking blearily at me and giving me a lazy smirk. I rolled my eyes at him, even if I was in love with the kid he was still a royal pain in the ass.

"Aw, that's what I get for trying to be romantic?" I teased him, forcing my face to twist in disgust at the last word and ignoring the warm fluttering feeling it gave me.

"You? Romantic? It's too early to laugh, stop," he chuckled dryly. I felt my insides twist with slight disappointment. Yeah, I may be rough but that's a part of being a Dom. It's an aspect of your personality that only comes out in the bedroom.

"You don't think I can be romantic?" I challenged him, fixing him with a glare. He quirked an eyebrow at me, confused with the reaction he'd gotten.

"Well, I mean we haven't gone out on dates or anything. Not that I'm complaining, the fucking is pretty awesome, but it's not exactly romantic..." Frank smirked up at me from under his lashes. I felt my dick stir at the sight, but indignance won out over any desires to get naked.

"Excuse you. I happen to be the master of romance." I tilted my head up, letting a bit of arrogance seep into my tone. It was true. I was the master of romance, undeniably. Ask any of my ex boyfriends.

"You're the master of something alright, and I'm not sure if its romance," he goaded me, purposely trying to get me to react like I usually did when he pissed me off the the point of no return.

"Alright. I'll prove it. I'm taking you on a date today, and I will show you just how charming and smooth I can be!" I declared, enjoying the look of surprise that crossed his face. He cracked a small smile, and I inwardly squealed at the idea of being able to at least act like a real, normal couple.

"How are we gonna go on a date, genius? If people see us together in public, we're fucked. And not in the fun way," Frank chewed on his lip ring nervously, worried about our fate if they did find out. I simply smirked in return, catching his hand with mine.

"There's more to dating than just going out." I explained cryptically, and he rolled his eyes, connecting his lips with mine swiftly.

"You talk too much, but I kinda like it," He murmured, catching my bottom lip in between his teeth and tugging gently on it. I wrapped my arms around his waist, revelling in the normalcy and sweetness that the gesture held.

"I kinda like your tattoos," I whispered back, stroking them softly, before running my nails down them gently. He barely stifled a moan, his head falling back in slight pleasure.

"I kinda like your eyes," he continued this game, threading his fingers through my hair and pulling on the red tangles harshly. I let out a cross between a giggle and a moan.

"I kinda like you-your smile," I said softly, bringing my lips to his again and cursing myself for almost spilling my real feelings. He mumbled something back but I was too caught up in the taste of him, the feeling of him in my arms, the way he smelt, the way he moaned slightly as my tongue skimmed over his lower lip and grazed the cool metal of his piercing. I wanted all of him. But unfortunately, now was not the time for it. Not when there were things to be planned.

"Aww," he complained, going in for another kiss as I broke the first one, which I really wanted to give in to.

"No way fucker, you said I wasn't romantic. The game is on." I grinned at him, and he stuck his tongue out at me in reply, adjusting his jeans to hide his prominent boner. Ha.

I sent a quick text to Mikey, telling him that Frank and I were doing extra tutoring today and that he can't come home otherwise he would break the "learning atmosphere". 'I'll be with P all day anyway' was his simple reply, and ew I did not like the mental image that came with his statement.

Frank was locked up in the room all day, until I got everything ready, which he complained about incessantly.

"Really, Gee? All day?"

"Yup!"

"What do you expect me to do all day in here, by myself?" I could practically hear the pout that accompanied this question.

"I dunno, jerk off or somethin'!"

"You're a jerk off," I heard him mutter, and I let myself laugh at his little word play. The kid had wit, ill give him that.

About four hours later, everything was set up. I inspected the room, pleased with myself.

"Okay, Iero. You can come out now."

Frank P.O.V

I heard those magic words, and sprinted to the unlocked door. I was going stir crazy in here, being away from Gee with him in the house was a torturous experience. As soon as I unlocked it, it was like the wind had been knocked out of me and left me speechless.

Gerard had set out a table, with two chairs and a simple meal of vegan lasagna laid out, which was my favourite food but I knew for a fact he hated it. There was a candle in the middle of the table, and a simple rose on the seat I assumed must have been mine. But the rose petals, oh the rose petals. They were spread everywhere, littered on the ground and the table and the top of his couch, which I noticed had a blanket set out on top of it and a collection of horror movies that I had no idea Gerard knew I loved stacked against the tv. Whoa.

"I. Nobodies ever done this for me before..." I trailed off, a slight choke to my voice. It was true. Nobody bothered with formalities, usually they just assumed I was in for a quick lazy fuck. Which I am, but romance is foreign and new. A good kind of foreign and new.

"Well, now they have," Gerard replied, slightly shy. This was a whole other side of him, one that unfortunately yet undeniably made me fall for him even more than I already was. Ironic, huh? Boy falls in love with the unattainable one who needs to get off and doesn't feel the same.

But at least with this, I could pretend. Pretend that we were two normal guys, in love, going on dates, holding hands, all that romantic stuff. I gently kissed Gerard on the cheek, hoping that it conveyed what words couldn't. It did, and his answering smile was beautiful and genuine.

"C'mon, foods gonna get cold," he blushed, eyeing me with an unreadable look. I nodded, sitting down and holding the rose in one hand as we ate in comfortable silence. Eventually the meal had finished, me giggling at Gerard's attempts to eat something he hated and pulling cute pouty faces the entire time, and we moved onto the second part of our "date".

"How'd you know I like horror movies?" I asked curiously, to which he gave me a sly smirk.

"You mentioned it once or twice..." I shook my head disbelievingly. He had actually listened to me going on about stuff that normal teachers wouldn't. Surely that meant he maybe felt an inkling of...man who are you kidding Frank? Nobody would want to actually date you. Only fuck you, it's all you're good for.

Gerard, oblivious to my inner turmoil, pulled me against him into a laying position. For a minute I thought he had ulterior motives, but he just kept me pressed close to him, cuddling me as we watched Freddy disembowel some chick on tv. Gruesome, but rad.

"This is the cutest thing anyone's ever done for me, by far." I murmured to him, and he smiled back, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. There was no sexual intent, only gentleness and reassurance behind the gesture. It was surreal, amazing, and it made me feel happy and loved.

Unfortunately, in the end, this would probably have the opposite effect when he will inevitably find out about my true feelings and probably drop me like last Mondays lunch.

Notes

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Sorry I haven't updated in forever! High school is getting harder, l'm getting lazier, and closer to 18 everyday ew please 31st of August stay away for as long as possible unless I'm gonna automatically grow taller thanks c:

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